Monday, March 20, 2017

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Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Nigeria, Thee I Hail

 Nigeria I hail thee
Great nation, noble land
Great people, gallant minds
Great God, the Father of all

Thou art blessed, oh nation!
Thy vast land, thy glory
The endless resources of the greatest worth
These are thy richly crowns

Thy abundant human resources thy pride
Swarming thy soil like bee the hive
In tongue, though they differ, in tone one they art
In thy children, the nations art blessed

Thy geography is great, thy location perfect
In Africa, though biggest, the head thou art
In the world, a force; yea, a voice thou art
Nigeria, thee I love, Nigeria, my pride thou art

Thy many tribes thy colour
Thy various tongues thy crown
North and south home thou art
East and west, nay, a stranger never thou art

Forbid me if I talk of thy different people
Thy unity in diversity still will I praise
Farther a thought is thy various nations
All I see is the one, virile Nation, Nigeria thee I hail!

Friday, January 6, 2017

Left Alone: A poem

Left Alone
You picked whom you know
You helped your very own
You left me alone
To walk in the cold untold

You scurried off your car
You left me by my heart
To ponder o’er your act
But my heart did its art

And sang a joyous chorus
Though the cold perilous
But walked with gaily pleasure
To reach my throne glorious

Friday, October 28, 2016

Thursday, August 4, 2016

Herdsmen: A Poem

Herdsmen or hard-men?
Who are these that slay without restraint?
Who are these that thirst for blood?
Who are these that plunder the land?

Their herds destroy our land
Turning fields of greens to grounds of ruins
And giving our farms the semblance of siege
As if to say the locusts had stricken

Their hearts abhor our princely heads
They disdain our natural rights to life
They rebuke with the whip of death
Our courage to query their heinous deeds

At their might miles of farmland were thrashed
In their hands many a soul have ceased to breathe
Villages were razed and races aborted
These are not herdsmen but hard-men, the enemies of mankind.